The Stone Blind Soul

Indie OC Blog for Dr. Margaret Thompson for the Sense8 RP Group TheSensatesRP

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Hallucinations || Open

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“This is insane...” sighed Margaret to herself, readjusting herself on the floor as she crossed her legs and laid her hands on her knees. “If this has happened before, whatever ‘this’ is, there has to be someone else who knows about this ‘ability’ we have or what it means. Everyone would be all over this...but maybe no one else really knows...” pondered Margaret out loud, sighing to the never ending list of unknown questions, shaking her head to herself while her fingers ran through her dark hair.

“What could all of this mean, Amelia? Why us specifically? What benefit do we have to diving into the life of another individual?” she asked curiously.

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Shall I Have This Dance? || Open

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“Just how many of us are there?” asked Margaret towards Celeste, hugging her arms still around her body before she gasped to the loud crack of thunder that rippled through the Southern skies. She could feel the ground quake under Mother Nature’s roar, feeling more rain start to pour down, the little droplets pattering across her skin.

Upon Celeste’s offer to enter her apartment to dry off and get warm, Margaret blinked quickly from the water getting into her eyes and offered a soft smile. “I would like that...thank you,” she cooed, slowly walking through the street towards the direction of Celeste’s voice, her hand reaching out to try and find her way.

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Pain || Open

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“Jax? I have not met this Mr. Jax…” confessed Margaret, trying her best to think of any way he could be one of the top chefs you would often see in the papers or hear about on the best cooking shows or through the grapevine in the streets. “I wonder how many of people are like…us,” pondered Margaret out loud, scratching her chin in thought.

Suddenly, Margaret cried out to the sudden shove into the lockers behind her, groaning a little to the impact before glancing up towards the direction of the ‘attacker’: one of the women from the pack that was clustering on the other side of the locker room. “Hey Thompson…I’m not really happy with you,” stressed the woman, another high class New York socialite with long blonde hair with glistening blue eyes, a resting bitch face gracing her skin. “Bethany…I have already told you, it was just one match and I won fair and square. There are no ifs, ands, or buts. You can’t just let one match go?” asked Margaret gently as the woman only scoffed, glancing back towards her friends before punching Margaret square in the face. The blind doctor grimaced at the horrible pain, covering her nose with her hands as she fell to her knees on the ground of the locker room. She could feel blood start to fall from her nose towards her lips, not as bad as she had thought it would be but her skin was certainly cut.

“Come on, bitch? What happened to you being able to defend yourself, hm?” smirked Bethany as the girls laughed, completely oblivious to the ‘extra’ guest Margaret had with her.

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Ottavia nods her head in agreement, wondering herself how many other there are? Would there be more? She ponders over the people she has met so far and what they mean to her. She feels oddly connected to them in a way even though they’ve never met in person, she can see what they see and feel what they feel to some extent but she’s never truly stood next to them. 

She watches as the girls confront Margaret and practically snarls when she’s knocked to the ground. She stands up suddenly and with a look that could send Satan running she grounds out through clenched teeth. “Davvero non avresti dovuto farlo, cagna.” You really shouldn’t have done that, bitch. In an instant she can see what Margaret sees or does not see and she can feel the blood falling to her lips. After a brief moment of confusion due to the lack of one of her senses she returns back in her body. She looks down at Margaret and back at the women towering over her before crouching down next to the fallen woman and whispering. “Lasciami aiutare?” Let me help?

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Margaret’s hands fumbled on the bench and on the lockers beside her, struggling to get a grip of her surroundings as well as try to keep the world from spinning. Her blind scarred eyes turned to face the general direction of the woman whispering in her ear. Silence consumed her for but a moment before she nodded at the offer of aid, groaning out to the strong hand gripping the front of her shirt and yanked her back up to her feet, grunting to the firm shove into the lockers behind her.

As Margaret readjusted herself yet again to get some balance, Bethany released Margaret to let her struggle, a dark smirk curling her lips as she threw her fist back. The world began to move in slow motion, Bethany’s cry muffled and distorted in the long delay of the blow reaching Margaret’s face for a second time, the doctor closing her eyes for but a moment as she felt Ottavia’s soul take over.

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Jax had a big day ahead of him. After work he had to get ready for a catering gig for a wedding for at least 300 people, he was nervous. It was his first time taking the lead on something this big so his anxiety was skyrocketing.

❝ This is gonna be a rough night. ❞ he sighed as he straightened his tie. Or he thought it was straight, he wasn’t good with those things.

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Margaret felt she was in the need of a desperate walk, make it an attempt to try and make sense of everything that had been happening to her. The frequent visits of other people she barely knew anything about, her sudden ‘trips’ to wherever the others were located. And to think there were more people like them out there? Why hasn’t this been mentioned before? Why don’t more people know about this? The endless questions racing through the blind doctor’s mind made her head ache, shaking off the radical notions as she continued to make her way down the busy New York streets.

Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks, her blindman’s cane falling still against the pavement as she felt the world start to slow down around her.

Look up...

Unsure as to why, Margaret felt inclined to stare up the side of the building she had just stopped beside, her hand removing her sunglasses as her scarred blind eyes glanced up in the direction of the windows of an apartment complex just a few floors above her.

“It’s one of them...” she said to herself, blind blue eyes staring aimlessly in the hopes she might feel the gaze being returned by another one of the group. Could this be the man Amelia had mentioned to her that also lived in New York?

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Freedom || Open RP

It was one of the buildings Tenshi’s father owned, renowned throughout all of New York City for its gorgeous studios for temporary galleries and big ballrooms for galas was also a beautiful place for people to rent out studios for dancing. Fortunately, Margaret had the ability to come to her favorite studio at the very top floor that had a great view of the horizon of New York City, filled with nothing by skyscrapers and the endless jungle of concrete and steel.

While she was not the best at it, sometimes Margaret would find herself in the need to exercise her mind and body in a different way than in martial arts. Feeling for the button to the music player, Margaret moved in front of the wall of mirrors, waiting for the beat to drop to start. Closing her eyes for but a moment, Margaret could feel her arms and legs begin to move on their own, every muscle flexing without much control as she let the music start to flow through her. A rich smile curled on her lips to the feeling of her mind floating aimlessly in her state of bliss, thinking of nothing but the pulse vibrating through the glossed wooden floors as it vibrated through her bones, her lips slowly mouthing each word carefully as if saying the lyrics wrong would ruin her trance.

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Hallucinations || Open

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Margaret kept feeling the ground for a brief moment, taking in the grainy sensation of the cobblestone degrading ever so lightly under her touch before nodding to the question. One hand remained on Amelia’s for an idea of where everything was around her. “Another here in New York City?” asked Margaret a little surprised, her mind racing at the idea that another person like ‘them’, someone who could visit at the drop of a hat from wherever they were in the world. Just how many of them were around in the world? What made all of them so different from the rest of the world? What made them bound together?

“What does all of this mean?” said Margaret out loud, glancing towards Amelia’s general direction again. “Do you have any idea how we can do...this?”

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Pain || Open

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“Jax? I have not met this Mr. Jax...” confessed Margaret, trying her best to think of any way he could be one of the top chefs you would often see in the papers or hear about on the best cooking shows or through the grapevine in the streets. “I wonder how many of people are like...us,” pondered Margaret out loud, scratching her chin in thought.

Suddenly, Margaret cried out to the sudden shove into the lockers behind her, groaning a little to the impact before glancing up towards the direction of the ‘attacker’: one of the women from the pack that was clustering on the other side of the locker room. “Hey Thompson...I’m not really happy with you,” stressed the woman, another high class New York socialite with long blonde hair with glistening blue eyes, a resting bitch face gracing her skin. “Bethany...I have already told you, it was just one match and I won fair and square. There are no ifs, ands, or buts. You can’t just let one match go?” asked Margaret gently as the woman only scoffed, glancing back towards her friends before punching Margaret square in the face. The blind doctor grimaced at the horrible pain, covering her nose with her hands as she fell to her knees on the ground of the locker room. She could feel blood start to fall from her nose towards her lips, not as bad as she had thought it would be but her skin was certainly cut.

“Come on, bitch? What happened to you being able to defend yourself, hm?” smirked Bethany as the girls laughed, completely oblivious to the ‘extra’ guest Margaret had with her.

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Shall I Have This Dance? || Open

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“I am Margaret…Margaret Thompson…as for how I am here…I am still trying to figure that out. I am the one visiting unexpectedly this time. You aren’t the first person I have met through these um…odd coincidences,” explained Margaret, shifting on her feet a little more as she tried to feel for a dry patch of road, her feet feeling the pebbles squeeze between her toes.

Her head turned to try and get a feel for where she was. Damp air with droplets drizzling across her skin as Margaret’s ears could pick up on the sound of children playing in the streets in the distance along with street performers filling the still air with their glorious music. “Where am I?” she asked softly.

She nodded slightly as she responded, “…Margaret. Okay. I’m Celeste, and you’re in N’walins.” There were still so many questions running through her head. Some were about Margaret, such as where was she from and what had happened to her eyes. Seeing as the latter was a rather insensitive question, it was doubtful that one would get asked at all. The rest of Celeste’s questions were more related to their current situation. How often has this happened to her? Why is it happening? Am I going crazy?

In an attempt to avoid bombarding the other with questions, Celeste remained silent for several moments before finally settling on one to ask. “How many others have y’met?”

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“New Orleans?” repeated Margaret, glancing around for a moment as she hugged her shaking arms a little more around her middle to try and keep herself warm. Her ears perked up again to the sound of the jazzy music echoing not too far away from Celeste’s apartment, a smile curling on her lips. “Real Southern Jazz...amazing,” she cooed, sniffing the air for a moment to smile to the damp earthy smell in the air. “It’s so beautiful here,” she added.

Glancing towards Celeste’s general direction upon the question, Margaret thought for a moment, counting on her fingers the people she did visit. “There was a woman named Amelia...she was the first to visit me. Another woman named Ottavia...a man named Adrien...now you,” she answered. “Have you met a lot of other people too?”

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Pain || Open

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The sudden noise of frustration surprised Margaret, making her jump in her place and quickly looked around her, hugging a towel of her own to her chest, shifting nervously side to side on her feet. This was just like the incident with that other woman…Amelia. She appeared without a sound and with absolutely no way to get into her house. This woman from the sound of it seemed to be the same. She did not make a sound approaching Margaret or should would have heard something. Fabric rubbing against skin or shoes scuffing across the floor…something. “Excuse me?” she called softly to the stranger, blind eyes wide with nerves. “Are you…um…are you…here unintentionally?” she asked, trying her best to be polite in asking if she was like Amelia.

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Ottavia walks around the woman towards the small bench at the edge of the room and sits herself down. “Sì sicuramente non qui intenzionalmente, bella” Yeah definitely not here intentionally, bella. She sighs and looks up, suddenly realizing that she is no longer in her gym but in a locker room with the woman. She glances at the girl and leans her head back against the lockers. “Ci scusiamo per l'interruzione qualunque stavate facendo.” Sorry for interrupting whatever you were doing. 

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Margaret’s head turned to her other side to hear the stranger walk around her, her ears perking up at the sound of a body sitting down on the bench beside her, the boards groaning to the weight. “No no…you weren’t interrupting anything,” assured Margaret, her eyes glancing back towards the women glaring at her from across the room. “In fact…you came at the perfect time to distract me,” answered the blind doctor, going back to packing her things as the women conversed with one another and glared darkly towards Margaret. Her head perking up in realization, Margaret glanced to her side towards the stranger. “I am Margaret…” she introduced gently.

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Ottavia takes in the sight of the locker room and focus’ back on Margaret. “Sono Ottavia. Allora, dove sono io adesso?” I’m Ottavia. So where am I now? Part of her disliked being pulled out of her normal day and thrown into someone else’s but another slowly growing part of her enjoyed meeting so many new people. “Quanti altri come .. noi abbiamo già incontrato?” How many others like .. us have you met?

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Nodding at the introduction, Margaret felt for her towel on the bench before folding it to tuck it into her bag. "A pleasure to meet you, Ottavia. And right now, you are in the locker room of a gym in New York City," explained the blind doctor, zipping up the bag. "I have met a woman named Amelia...she was the first to visit me. Another named Celeste...you...and a man named...Adrian I believe. He was the second one I visited and Celeste was the first," she explained. "Have you met others too?"

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Streets of NYC, part 2

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Shall I Have This Dance? || Open

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“I am Margaret...Margaret Thompson...as for how I am here...I am still trying to figure that out. I am the one visiting unexpectedly this time. You aren’t the first person I have met through these um...odd coincidences,” explained Margaret, shifting on her feet a little more as she tried to feel for a dry patch of road, her feet feeling the pebbles squeeze between her toes.

Her head turned to try and get a feel for where she was. Damp air with droplets drizzling across her skin as Margaret’s ears could pick up on the sound of children playing in the streets in the distance along with street performers filling the still air with their glorious music. “Where am I?” she asked softly.

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Pain || Open

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The sudden noise of frustration surprised Margaret, making her jump in her place and quickly looked around her, hugging a towel of her own to her chest, shifting nervously side to side on her feet. This was just like the incident with that other woman…Amelia. She appeared without a sound and with absolutely no way to get into her house. This woman from the sound of it seemed to be the same. She did not make a sound approaching Margaret or should would have heard something. Fabric rubbing against skin or shoes scuffing across the floor…something. “Excuse me?” she called softly to the stranger, blind eyes wide with nerves. “Are you…um…are you…here unintentionally?” she asked, trying her best to be polite in asking if she was like Amelia.

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Ottavia walks around the woman towards the small bench at the edge of the room and sits herself down. “Sì sicuramente non qui intenzionalmente, bella” Yeah definitely not here intentionally, bella. She sighs and looks up, suddenly realizing that she is no longer in her gym but in a locker room with the woman. She glances at the girl and leans her head back against the lockers. “Ci scusiamo per l'interruzione qualunque stavate facendo.” Sorry for interrupting whatever you were doing. 

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Margaret’s head turned to her other side to hear the stranger walk around her, her ears perking up at the sound of a body sitting down on the bench beside her, the boards groaning to the weight. “No no...you weren’t interrupting anything,” assured Margaret, her eyes glancing back towards the women glaring at her from across the room. “In fact...you came at the perfect time to distract me,” answered the blind doctor, going back to packing her things as the women conversed with one another and glared darkly towards Margaret. Her head perking up in realization, Margaret glanced to her side towards the stranger. “I am Margaret...” she introduced gently.

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Hallucinations || Open

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Margaret’s fingers gingerly continued to feel out Amelia’s hand, feeling each intricate detail as her mind traced out the bones beneath the skin, slowly moving towards the palm and wrist. Unsure to how comfortable the woman may have been with the touching, Margaret kept the touching strictly to the hands. She gave a soft gasp to the soft touch on her cheek to wipe away the tears, sniffling and touched her cheek shortly after. The tears were gone, physically wiped away...how?

“Spain...” repeated Margaret gently, blinking to suddenly feeling a little warmer, like the sun was beating down on her skin in the efforts to give her a Spanish glow. Her hand reached down to the floor as she felt for what she thought would be the tetami mats of her home, gasping to feel cobblestone. She could feel the dust of the stone floor beneath her collect on her fingertips. “I’m Margaret...I um...I am in...New York City,” she explained, feeling the cold air gingerly brush through her hair from the open windows in the room, the sounds of cars honking in the distance.

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Party Time || Open RP

Margaret sighed to herself as she gently ushered her assistants out of the room, sitting on the floor on her knees as her scarred blind eyes stared up at her reflection in the mirror in front of her. Adorned with small charms in her hair as it was elaborately put up in a bun, Margaret fixed her collar carefully to smooth out the wrinkles. It was the big benefit gala Tenshi’s father was holding for his company in the effort to gain more investors and like every year, Margaret was invited to attend as Tenshi’s date. But this time...everything just felt so different with the visions and sudden ‘visits’ from these strangers.

She sighed heavily, resting her face in her hands from the butterflies building in her gut.

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Adrian was walking around his bedroom in circles trying to make contact with one of them. It always happened when he least expected it and just for once he wanted to make it happen himself. “Hello?” He called out for what seemed the millionth time in the last hour, sitting down he let himself fall backwards on his bed, sighing deeply.

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On the other side of the world, Margaret had been left alone in the penthouse once again, Tenshi being dragged off into more business meetings with his father and his father’s associates. Feeling a little under the weather and with a brewed tea in hand Tenshi had made especially for her to help her feel better, the ailing doctor slowly made her way towards the bedroom, tucking herself into the bed in the efforts to get some sleep. Her scarred blind eyes slowly closed as she sighed, her paled face snuggling into the pillow beneath her to attempt to get some rest. In the midst of her dazed state, Margaret’s mind was sent spiraling to Romania. Her face contorted a little in discomfort to feeling the sheets...change. The soft silk sheets were a little rougher, like cotton sheets that gave her an odd comforting sensation. The pillow was a little flatter from years of wear and tear, little did she know at the moment she was laying in bed under the covers beside a man she had not met yet.

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Shall I Have This Dance? || Open

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Margaret shivered to Tenshi quickly pulling her hips right up against his, his lips starting to ravish at her neck, her fingers clinging to Tenshi’s tattooed back as she bit her lower lip. A soft gasp escaped her lips to the sound of a phone vibrating in the distance a few times with a distinct doorbell ringtone. Tenshi’s father... “Tenshi...Tenshi...” breathed Margaret in the midst of his kissing, patting his back gently as the man gave a defeated sigh, his face buried into Margaret’s neck to try and hide from the text message. “Is it him?” he asked quietly, his eyes closed while he basked in the warmth of his love’s neck.

“Yes...” she cooed gently, fingers combing through Tenshi’s locks of raven hair, tilting her head to kiss the top of his head to comfort him. “You should not keep your father waiting, Tenshi...” she encouraged him gently, tilting his head up with her hand as she offered a warm smile. “I will still be here for you to ravish when you return,” she hinted with a wink. She could still feel the frown on Tenshi’s lips, leaning forward to plant a deep kiss on his lips before pulling back, having her lips ghost just over his. “I will be here when you come home...” she promised him, glassy blind eyes staring into his intently.

Remaining quiet for a moment, Tenshi sighed defeatedly, leaning forward to steal another deep kiss which Margaret happily returned before he pushed himself away from the counter, grabbing his shirt and coat to fix himself up before stepping out of the door. “I will be back soon,” assured the man as Margaret waved softly to indicate she knew. Not too long after, the familiar click of the door closing and the sound of the lock and bolt being turned echoed in the hall. A heavy sigh escaped Margaret’s lips as her hands ran over her face, fingers combing through her long dark hair before she jumped down from the counter.

A sharp gasp escaped her lips upon her feet jumping into something wet.

Water? There was no water on the floor...

Her head slowly rose to hear the distant voices of people along the streets, band music echoing through the brick and mortar alleys of another city altogether. A woman’s voice just in front of her rang in her ears, Margaret shaking in her place with the cool night air, damp with moisture caressed her skin, her clothes starting to stick to her skin.

“H-Hello?” she called out softly.

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Shall I Have This Dance? || Open

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Tenshi began to lean down to kiss Margaret’s lips, her eyes closing to feeling his upper body press down on hers in his effort to lean down. But then she heard it...a small laugh. Nothing loud but it was just enough. The blind woman turned her head towards the direction of the door, frowning to a feeling sinking into her. Another one, she thought to herself. They are just coming in waves aren’t they?

“Watashi no hoshi.” My star. “Are you alright?” asked Tenshi, tilting his head to the side to see Margaret being so easily distracted by something, glancing up to see nothing across the penthouse. His piercing brown eyes bore right in Celeste’s direction, frowning to no apparition or solid presence being there before returning his gaze back to Margaret.

The soft use of her nickname made Margaret turn her gaze back towards her suitor, hands retreating to the collar of his shirt to rub her thumbs against the warm skin just underneath, forcing a smile on her lips. “Yes...I am alright,” she promised, eyes glancing down towards Tenshi’s chest.

The Japanese man’s features softened to how worried Margaret appeared...the exhaustion still lingering on her beautiful features. Frowning to himself, Tenshi’s strong hands lifted Margaret up into his arms, causing her to cry out in surprise to the ground suddenly leaving her feet as he carried her towards the kitchen just on the other side of the hallway. “Tenshi?” she asked confused, her feet dangling on either side of his hips as her hands pawed at his clothed back for grip. The fabric slipped a little through her fingers in her effort to cling on to him. The slight moment of panic was replaced by sudden arousal to Tenshi setting Margaret on the edge of the large kitchen table and began to kiss her passionately.

The blind doctor’s fingers ran through Tenshi’s hair to the sudden intimacy, the kiss breaking to let her breathe and mewl to the feeling of Tenshi’s lips trailing down to her neck, his hands kneading along her fleshy ass. “Tenshi...wha...what are you doing?” she breathed. “You are still distracted from the nightmares...and your visions of hearing other people...you have been like this for weeks...you can’t relax like this. So I am trying something else,” he breathed, starting to remove his shirt, the sleeves falling to reveal his deepest secret. A koi fish completely white in color with hint of red all across its body plastered the entire back of Tenshi’s body, muscles flexing underneath the inked flesh in Celeste’s direction while the man pulled Margaret against him, working to push up her skirts.

“Wait...Tenshi...wait...” breathed Margaret, feeling Tenshi’s hands knead at her ass as another hand slid to her inner thigh, making her cry out in surprise, immediately hugging her legs around Tenshi’s waist and gasp for air.